Usual slightly frantic start to the day, and arrived at my parents just as Mum had fallen over again. Luckily once I got her up, (she is a light weight now), she seemed alright. Sat her in her chair and I made her a cuppa, another bruise, but her wrist seemed alright so hopefully the splint protected it enough.
My brother persuaded me to have a couple of hours out and go up to Tate Britain to see the Paul Nash, and this years Turner. It feels such a long time since I have managed a trip to a gallery. Always feel a bit guilty leaving my parents, but they had carers going in to cook lunch, then sandwiches in the fridge for tea, and then night time cares to help them get to bed so I hope all goes to plan.